Blackbird
curling ocean waves-
the blackbird’s white feathered wings
touch an azure sky
–
glass dipped in frost-
a magpie taps
at my window
curling ocean waves-
the blackbird’s white feathered wings
touch an azure sky
–
glass dipped in frost-
a magpie taps
at my window
sepia photos
memories of summerfields
slowly turn to dust
–
summer sky-
carousel music
on the pier
incessant beeping-
cobwebs in my coffee cup
my head thick with sleep
–
gentle sunlight-
irish breakfast and
the sunday puzzle
staring at the clock
waiting an eternity
for the time to change
–
my mind’s ear-
wide awake
in the dark
a rotting boardwalk
crosses an estuary
flowing to the sea
–
low tide-
razor clams
burrow in the mud
patiently waiting-
at the terminal rain sheets
down tinted windows
–
autumn evening-
once again
I’m alone
we’re only human
well, some of us anyway
the rest who can say?
–
under the covers
alone with
my mistakes
walking the highway-
seems I lost myself while I
was looking for you
–
sandstorm-
the mirage
an oasis
barely keeping still-
my fingers brushing across
your wet ruby lips
–
waves lap the shore-
your hair drying in
the tropical sun
a cutting garden-
in the shade of a straw hat
she tends the flowers
–
up with the sun-
bent double
pulling weeds